Feathered Favourites: Twelve Coloured Pictures of British Birds
Each of the dozen birds is depicted in a color-printed lithograph surrounded by a gilt frame, and followed by poems that feature each bird by Wordsworth, Tennyson, Milton, Burns, Grahame, Montgomery, and others. Birds depicted are the House-Sparrow, Wren, Blackcap, Swallow, Woodpecker, Water-Wagtail, Titmouse, King-Fisher, Woodlark, Swan, Eagle and Wild Duck.
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22 psl. - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, " If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
40 psl. - THE plain was grassy, wild and bare, Wide, wild, and open to the air, Which had built up everywhere An under-roof of doleful gray. With an inner voice the river ran, Adown it floated a dying swan, And loudly did lament. It was the middle of the day. Ever the weary wind went on, And took the reed -tops as it went. n. Some blue peaks in the distance rose, And white against the cold-white sky, Shone out their crowning snows.
17 psl. - THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding, and beneath The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May. The welcome guest of settled spring...
45 psl. - Lay'st thou thus thy drooping head ? Thou, that hold'st the blast in scorn, Thou, that wear'st the wings of morn ! Eagle ! wilt thou not arise ? Look upon thine own bright skies ! Lift thy glance ! the fiery sun There his pride of place has won, THE EAGLE.